My Husband Auctioned My Private Photos, I Ruined Him on the Spot Chapter 02

My Husband Auctioned My Private Photos, I Ruined Him on the Spot Chapter 02

Landon just watched me, that smirk still on his lips.

Tears slid down my face. My voice came out raw. “Why? Just because what I did a year ago?”

He ignored my pain and picked up the microphone. “Time’s limited, Mrs. Ashford. If you’re not bidding, I’ll let my friends here start.”

The men eyed me with cruel amusement.

Everyone in that room was top-tier old money. The hundred million in liquid cash I had left? To them, that was a weekend getaway.

How could I compete?

“I’m going to the restroom.”

I wiped my tears quickly and walked out. If I hadn’t, I would’ve lost my mind right there.

Laughter chased me from behind. “Oh, so the slut does have some shame!”

“Mr. Ashford, don’t wait for her. A hundred million? She can’t play with us. She’s just using the restroom as an excuse to run.”

“Shut up.”

Landon’s voice cut cold.

He kept his eyes locked on the entrance. Nobody dared say another word.

A few moments later, I pushed the door open.

Under every gaze in the room, I sat back down, eyes still red. “Go ahead. Start.”

Landon glanced at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

To make the photos painfully clear, the screen behind the auctioneer had been modified into a full panoramic display, cycling my humiliation in three hundred sixty degrees. Everyone had a perfect view.

“First photo.”

The auctioneer’s grin was dripping with suggestion. “Opening bid: two million dollars.”

The room hissed with sharp breaths. “Classy. Too damn classy. High-society on the outside, filthy on the inside. Only an Ivy League princess could pull this off.”

“Two and a half million!”

The auctioneer smiled in silence, then flipped a switch, revealing a written description.

I shot to my feet.

It was a detailed narrative of my wedding night with Landon, every key moment laid bare.

No one but me could’ve written that, except…

I turned to Landon, trembling.

He sat there, still and quiet, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Only when Bianca leaned in to whisper did he tilt his head, his expression softening with tenderness.

The murmurs around me nearly drowned me. “I thought the photo was hot, but the details are even wilder. Nobody fight me, five million! I want that video.”

“Six million!”

“First night and she was already this adventurous? I can’t imagine what came later… Ten million!”

“No-limit bid.”

I heard my own voice shaking.

Everyone turned. The auctioneer kept his professional smile fixed on me. “Bidder thirty-eight, no-limit bid. Are you sure?”